undine.
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And about her mobile mouth,
Fresh with north and warm with south,
Importunate for their fees,
Come and go invisible bees.
Would you the magic will resist
Of this elf monopolist?
She is not like Atlas, curled,
Stooping 'neath the gray old world,
But she takes it lithe and bland,
Easily in her small hand.
Spring is hers and summer flowers,
And fair autumn's. mellow hours,
And winter, *mid his hummocks set,
Delights to be her hideous pet.
This is what all people say
Of our charming Undine.
Fresh with north and warm with south,
Importunate for their fees,
Come and go invisible bees.
Would you the magic will resist
Of this elf monopolist?
She is not like Atlas, curled,
Stooping 'neath the gray old world,
But she takes it lithe and bland,
Easily in her small hand.
Spring is hers and summer flowers,
And fair autumn's. mellow hours,
And winter, *mid his hummocks set,
Delights to be her hideous pet.
This is what all people say
Of our charming Undine.
Erewhile I looked upon her face,
And said, It is good, it lights apace;—
Fills with soul as lilies with light;
And said, It is good, it lights apace;—
Fills with soul as lilies with light;
